AH!
Is this how I’m going to start this month?! Of all months this February?! I’ve
been DUMPED! Ah my poor heart!
Unceremoniously
and without preamble, my angel tells me ‘Mom, I can’t be your best friend
anymore!’ the statement that brought my head up from my phone quick as a flash,
and had me befuddled!
‘Why?’
I gently inquire, checking to see if I have in anyway defaulted on any promise,
or not been ‘bestfriendly’ in any of my recent actions, behavior, words… what
will prompt this one again bikonu?!
‘Mom,
family can’t be best friends, they already share a blood bond that they can’t
break. Best friends come by ‘choice’! Oh ho!! Na me send you to school, no vex
Ette! But, I’ve got the upper hand, because you see, apart from the fact that I’ve had several
more years of schooling, and life experiences; I’m a woman and a mom!
These species know ALL things! LOL! So I have just the perfect rejoinder! Perfect
because it’s TRUE!
‘But
babe, I may have a blood bond, but not necessarily like you, so I’ll try to
escape you or give you up, or ignore you. I love you, because yes there is the
blood bond, but I really LIKE YOU, and
CHOOSE YOU as MY best friend!’ That won me silence, one of his intense
looks to see if I was telling the truth, then a big, tight hug! Ahhh!
This
thing called love is in the air, its February afterall. Everyone is on the band
wagon of St. Valentine. It’s so noisy on this wagon, that you barely find the
peace to settle your heart and rediscover what the essence of true love is;
understand what the authenticity of what it really feels and looks like. Too
many times we chase the vapors, sacrifice our values, on a type a shadow, at
best a certified photocopy.
Love
must first start from you, for how can you ‘choose’ genuine love, if we cannot recognize
it? How can we recognize it, if we don’t first recognize the originator? And it’s
not St. Valentine! The refrain of a song plays in my ears as I type this ‘…thank
you for loving me, too much o! excess love o! It took me a while, but I finally
recognized You, and Accepted that You CHOSE
TO LOVE ME, not because, but although, warts and all, ‘cos that’s just who YOU
are. We share a bond I can’t escape from, only be liberated by.
What
manner of Golden Love?
D2AGE
